Max sets Jeff up.

Max sighed and rubbed her leg down his back. “I wouldn't be so sure of that.”

“And why wouldn't I be,” he whispered, he felt her body spasm as he picked up his pace once more.

“The cops will be here any moment,”

That made him stop. “Cops?” he asked, “Why would the cops come here?”

“Why do you think?”

Jeff pulled himself up, propping himself over Max with his two hands. She was so small, her arms tied behind he back, helpless. His cock was buried six inches into her tight little cunt and he had just made her scream out in pleasure, he should have been in control but the look in Max's eyes unnerved him.

“You called them? For this, for last night?” He shook his head and smiled. “You think they'll believe you, that I **** you” I'll show them how wet you are, how much you enjoy it. I'll let them even try you out to prove it. I'm sure they'd be more than willing to test you out you little whore.”

He was getting angry, scared. Max smiled. She had called them before he came over, and with her enhanced hearing she could hear the faint cry of sirens in the distance, not bad response time coming from the Seattle PD.

“Not this,” she whispered looking down where their bodies were still joined. “There was an anonymous tip that a suspected murderer was living in his house.?”

Jeff's brow furrowed, confused. “I didn't **** anyone.”

“The gun outside says otherwise, I'm sure it will be traced back to a number of crimes. Maybe even a dead cop or two?”

“Gun?” Jeff looked back at his bedroom door without thinking, then it dawned on him. “Your bag.”

“I borrowed it form your locker before I left for work today,”

He went to move but Max squeezed her legs tightly around him. “Where you going, baby. Aren't you gonna finish?”

“Get off,” he groaned and tried to push him off her, shocked how strong she was. “You're crazy.”

“I thought this is what you wanted.” Max moved her hips against his driving his cock deeper into her. He shuddered at the sensation.

“You're crazy,” he muttered again. If there was gun in her bag he needed to get it now. He pushed her, nearly tossing her back against his bed but Max, her hands still tied behind he back just raised back up and rolled them both slightly until she was nearly sitting on his lap.

“I'll tell them it's your bag.” he was beginning to panic.

“My bag, I'm just another one of your victims, tied up in your bed.”

“No, we work together, I'll tell them that, a lawyer, judge, someone will listen. You set me up.”

“Maybe,” Max replied with a smile. “Or maybe when the cops get here, find me tied up, maybe the cops will do what they do best.” Max rolled her hips against his, “maybe I'll be so grateful they saved me I won't be able to help myself. Maybe I'll let each and every one of them have a turn with me. You think they'll put that in the report, that after saving a women they gang banged her? Or maybe they'll just omit me all together, pretend they found you all alone. Would your lawyer or judge believe you then?”

“No,” the sirens were close enough now that Jeff could hear them. The look on his face was nearly worth letting him fuck her. “Please Max, I'm sorry, I'll do anything!”